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<pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 21:57 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Alone at Dawn</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/aYie28/journal/1144322</link>
<description>&lt;strong>&lt;a name="ealoneat" />&lt;/strong>After a good sleep&lt;br />
Freed from all the day&#39;s 
work&lt;br />
Spending a quiet time&lt;br />
All alone&lt;br />

            &lt;br />
During winter nights&lt;br />
In the 
crisp air&lt;br />
Not a sound can be heard&lt;br />

            &lt;br />
Quietly, with a calm 
heart&lt;br />
Conversing with oneself&lt;br />

            &lt;br />
Setting aside everything&lt;br />
The load on one&#39;s shoulders&lt;br />
Gently returning 
oneself&lt;br />
Both body and spirit&lt;br />

            To a time of childlike innocence&lt;br />

            &lt;br />
A peaceful time&lt;br />

            &lt;br />
Set 
free&lt;br />
For just a moment&lt;br />
From all worries&lt;br />
From all doubts&lt;br />

            &lt;br />
Melting 
away&lt;br />
Just going after&lt;br />
Sweet dreams&lt;br />

            &lt;br />
A happy time&lt;br />

            &lt;br />

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<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2005 23:14 EST</pubDate>
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<title>TOO LATE
I didn't know I loved you
Until you...</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/aYie28/journal/1116116</link>
<description>TOO LATE&lt;br />
         I didn&#39;t know I loved you&lt;br />
         Until you went away.&lt;br />
         I didn&#39;t much think of you&lt;br />
         Up to that final day.&lt;br />
         The music that was you&lt;br />
         I only noticed when it stopped.&lt;br />
         I didn&#39;t take the time to&lt;br />
         Tell you that I cared a lot.&lt;br />
         My love of life went with you&lt;br />
         Too late for me to say&lt;br />
         I didn&#39;t know how much I loved you&lt;br />
         Until the day you went away.&lt;br />
&lt;br />

&lt;p>What
                  do I do, now I&#39;ve reached the edge?&lt;br />
                  The cliff is steep to the plain below.&lt;br />
                  Miles upon miles of emptry air&lt;br />
                  And no hand will I hold, but your hand&lt;br />
                  and you are not there!&lt;/p>

                  
                  
&lt;p>What
                  do I do when smothering black&lt;br />
                  Of night engulfs me ... coldly dark&lt;br />
                  So dark I tingle with sudden fear&lt;br />
                  No arms do I need but your arms&lt;br />
                  And you are not there!&lt;/p>

                  
                  
&lt;p>What
                  do I do with a life that tells&lt;br />
                  the end of the world in a darkened mist&lt;br />
                  But still must keep senselessly on&lt;br />
                  No love keeps my heart, but your love&lt;br />
                  And you ... you are gone!&lt;/p>
&lt;br />
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<category>Personal</category>
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<pubDate>Mon, 11 Apr 2005 20:32 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Yeah.....
Walk in my shoes
for one single...</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/aYie28/journal/1113573</link>
<description>&lt;strong>Yeah.....&lt;/strong>&lt;br />

        Walk in my shoes&lt;br />

        for one single day.&lt;br />

        Then you&#39;ll see why&lt;br />

        I need to pray.&lt;br />

        Come live in my home&lt;br />

        for a week or two&lt;br />

        and then remember&lt;br />

        I am just like you.&lt;br />

        I didnt ask for the things I was given&lt;br />

        I didnt choose this road I have taken&lt;br />

        Walk a mile with me hand in hand&lt;br />

        Then perhaps you will understand.&lt;br />

        &lt;br />

        I&#39;m not really complaining&lt;br />

        about the stress in my life,&lt;br />

        I know that we all have &lt;br />

        some toil and some strife.&lt;br />

        But walk with me, when you think&lt;br />

        I am wrong, walk with me&lt;br />

        and you&#39;ll start to belong.&lt;br />

        Embrace my sorrows,&lt;br />

        like they are your own,&lt;br />

        And then you will know me&lt;br />

        And see I have grown.&lt;br />

        &lt;br />

        The journey I take&lt;br />

        is different from yours&lt;br />

        My life took one of those&lt;br />

        unexpected detours,&lt;br />

        But this road that I travel&lt;br />

        is not really so long,&lt;br />

        If the people who watch me&lt;br />

        will join in my song.&lt;br />

        Listen to my footsteps&lt;br />

        and watch how I dance&lt;br />

        And then you will know me&lt;br />

        and give me a chance.&lt;br />

        &lt;br />

        Take heart and remember&lt;br />

        It can happen to you,&lt;br />

        who knows where my pathway&lt;br />

        will cross over to you?&lt;br />

        So speak to me softly&lt;br />

        if you can&#39;t understand&lt;br />

        Remember I once stood&lt;br />

        right there where you stand.&lt;br />

        And walk with me gently&lt;br />

        when the day is at end.&lt;br />

        And then I will know&lt;br />

        I can call you my friend.</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 09 Apr 2005 20:03 EST</pubDate>
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